Foreword for the book yet to be written

My name is Ryan and I live in Cincinnati.

Now – you’re probably looking for a premise. I'm happy to report that you will find no such substantive shit in these shallow pages, save the occasional invigorating encounter with the opposite sex, or vivid depiction of a fetching first listen. And while this sad bastard saga will bemoan love loss, the agony of enduring shitty people and their terrible taste, and undoubtedly document gin-drunk diatribes, there is also a lighter side. Because, for all my elderly idiosyncrasies, I’m really just a young man trapped in an even younger boy’s body. A Zevon. And cliché as it may be – fuck you – it’s true.

-IE